Novel & Cerita Romance Novels For 20 Somethings

JULIA My reflection looked utterly deceiving. The mirror was showing me a different woman than usual, with bright pink lipstick, thick dark eyelashes, hazel contact lenses, and shoulder-length chestnut hair. She looked like she’d just come from a party—not the one who’d always worn square-framed eyeglasses and hair in a tight bun. You changed yourself for the better, so you won’t look older than your age. I was turning twenty-six this year, but I was still a late bloomer. I didn’t take too much time in front of the mirror, and I never cared about my appearance until I realized why men don’t date wallflowers like me. In short, I was unattractive.

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“I don’t just want to be with anyone.” “Oh wow, excuse me!” Vangie frowned. “What?” Sheila suddenly looked embarrassed. “Nothing! Never mind. Let’s get back to this young guy,” she changed the subject. “Just say yes already. The whole courting thing takes too long.” Vangie sighed. “I don’t know.” To her, romance was already a thing of the past. She just didn’t understand why Bert was making her feel this way. “Okay, let’s test something. When you’re near him, does your heart beat faster?”

she said and I burst into laughter. "Are you kidding me!" "Why? Is it funny?" She asked. "Of course it is, I mean how could you think of something so impossible" I said. "Why is it impossible?" "Well...... I....... I am just 30 and Emma is like 36" "Age doesn't matter, perhaps the age difference isn't much" Jasmine said. "Well..... She's not my kind of girl" I said and she laughed. "And who is your kind of girl?" She asked.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.

The restaurant had quieted down, but neither seemed in a hurry to leave. Ava leaned forward, smiling. “Okay, seriously? Have you read romance novels? Mr. Big Bad Nico?” Nico smirked, refilling her glass. His fingers brushed hers on purpose, lingering a second too long. “Don’t tell anyone. I like the ones with ridiculous plots. The dumber, the better. Makes me feel like my life isn’t the most fucked up one out there.” Ava laughed, a real, unguarded sound. “God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.”

"Not recently, but yeah. A friend of mind passed some around last year. I've been reading her cast-offs." Which friend? And what kind of romance books? "I read a few." He shook his head. Lumen wrinkled her nose. "You have?" "Yeah, people sent all kinds of things in care packages. There were always a few romance books in the bins for us to pick through. I figured you always see women sitting by pools, relaxing and reading one. Maybe that's what I need?" "You seriously read one?" she asked. "I read...a dozen? They gave me too much anxiety. Too much will-they-won't-they, back-and-forth business. Too personal, too high stakes, too real for me to actually relax and read."

We’ve all read them right? Those sappy romance novels, the ones where some handsome stranger rescues the damsel in distress. He’s wealthy like no other and adores the ground she walks on. There’s some life altering event, a struggle of some kind but it gets resolved and they live happily ever after.

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

“Watch for anyone wearing tight skirts, low-cut tops, or heels way too high for comfort.” After several older looking single ladies and a few single men exit the building, a gaggle of chicks walks out giggling and holding onto each other’s arms. They fit my profile to a T, probably in their late twenties or early thirties and definitely dressed for picking up guys. They’re the perfect age and profile to have jobs that include gossiping. Awesome. I grab Alissa’s arm in excitement and shake it back and forth as I hop on my toes. “It’s them!” I whisper-squeal. “It’s them!”